After a Herculean effort, Yang Yifeng finally managed to serve the three ladies to their satisfaction, but he himself paid a heavy price...
"All right, we're full. Little Feng's performance this morning wasn't bad. I'm quite pleased. I wonder what my dear ministers think?"
At this moment, Lin Wushuang put down her chopsticks, picked up a napkin, and gently wiped at the corner of her mouth before looking contentedly at Ci Meigui next to her and Ye Zitong.
"Very good!"
Ye Zitong, always willing to show face, covered her small mouth and giggled gracefully.
Although Ci Meigui was dissatisfied with Lin Wushuang declaring herself a queen, their unanimous enemy at the time was Yang Yifeng, so even with inner reluctance, Ci Meigui still gave face and chuckled, "Not bad, not bad, you should keep up the good work!"
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At this moment, the three women in the room were brimming with joy. However, only Yang Yifeng had a bitter smile on his face.